acres of woods making up his front yard. “And the first time I get off with you, it’s going to be in your pussy.” He gently fisted her hair and urged her off him.
“But you taste so good,” she moaned, “and I don’t want to stop.”
Even when the SUV slowed to a brief stop, the mechanical sounds of the garage door signaling they’d arrived at the house, Ana continued to work him with her mouth.
She needed this, maybe more than he did.
“Darlin’ . . . I-I changed my mind.” The words cut through his clenched teeth as he cupped the back of her neck. “Puhhhlease don’t stop now.”
She swallowed every last bit of cum that exploded into her mouth a moment later.
His breathing was ragged and his hands a bit shaky as he let go of her. Ana slowly sat up, brushing the back of her hand over her mouth, relishing the satisfied expression on his face, especially since she was the one to put it there.
Not so cold and dead now.
“You’re naughty.”
After untangling herself from the seatbelt, she confessed with a touch of shyness, “I’ve never been like this with anyone but you.”
A.J. secured his length back inside his pants and zipped his jeans, leaving the top button undone. He unbuckled his seatbelt, gently lifted Ana’s hand, and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her slender wrist before using his hold to guide her over the center console. Her denim dress slid up to her hips as she straddled his lap with a little shimmy, wishing he was still exposed so she could grind against him.
“Good. I’d prefer it stay that way from now on, too.”
She wet her lips. “You don’t like to share, I take it?” Ana had no idea her voice could sound so breathy and provocative, but she embraced it, giving herself permission to be the naughty girl, Anastasia the dancer, without fear of judgment, knowing this man would love her for whatever she gave him.
“Absolutely no to sharing.” The words were infused with a sexy kind of possessiveness that turned her on. He banded a hand around her hip and tightened his hold of her as if to emphasize his words. “And when you’re ready for more . . .”
More orgasms? Or more . . .? Hope clutched her heart and had her inhaling a deep breath. She never wanted this to end between them. Not after tonight. Not after the meeting with Porter, and especially not after the Volkovs were gone once and for all.
Did that make her crazy?
Do I care?
Maybe she would have before yesterday. Before this man had flipped her world upside down.
A.J. killed the engine so they wouldn’t die of carbon monoxide poisoning. That would totally ruin “more.”
As she sat atop his lap, a sense of pride and power surged through her.
He removed his hat and set it on her head as he held her gaze. “When we make love, this hat is the only thing I want to see you wearing.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a sweet kiss, parted her lips with his tongue, and held nothing back as he gave her the most intoxicating kiss she’d ever experienced. Ana pressed her ass down onto his lap and rotated her hips to let him know she wanted it all.
“Oh, really?” she asked, pulling back slightly while clutching two handfuls of his cotton tee. “And what will you be wearing?”
“Just rubber.” He wedged a hand between their bodies and shifted her bra to palm her breast. “One of these days, hopefully nothing at all.”
A thrill raced down her spine. “If you play your cards right, that just might happen.”
“Shall we go inside, then?”
She nodded, temporarily robbed of speech as desire took over, and her body trembled like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
He nipped her lip before kissing her again, then quickly moved her back to the passenger seat.
Once out of the vehicle, A.J. scooped her up and carried her in his arms all the way to the large living room at the back of the house.
The moment he set her down, she immediately began unbuttoning her dress, anxious to get free of the thing.
“Hell, there are too many.” He yanked at the material, sending the turquoise buttons flying. “Sorry.” But there was no hint of remorse in his tone.
A fever was racing through them, their need for each other fierce and beyond question.
“This is what I want. Right here.” Ana gasped when he squeezed her ass